The Pack's Daughter (Aysel and Magnus) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362

Riley’s POV

I didn’t spare the driver another glance.

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Turned around and walked straight back into the Ebondaw estate, heels echoing against the marble like a declaration of war.

He’d barked at me like a mutt, thinking just because herove for Alpha Alaric, he could speak down to me. Guess he forgot-I’m not a dog. I’m the daughter they buried and now suddenly need.

Let him sweat.

Which he did.

It didn’t even take a full minute before I heard his panicked footsteps behind me. Gone was the arrogance- he was all smiles now, practically groveling.

“Miss, please-Alpha and Luna are waiting for you at the summit. If you don’t come now, we’ll be late.”

I didn’t answer.

Sat down on the leather couch, poured myself a cup of jasmine tea, and sipped it slowly. Deliberately.

The driver hovered like a fly in summer heat, pacing and fidgeting like a rogue in heat season.

“Please,” he tried again, nearly begging, “it’s my fault. I spoke out of turn. But the summit’s already begun-if we don’t leave

now,

we’ll miss it entirely.”

I finally looked up, locking eyes

with him.

“Know your place,” I said quietly. “You’re a driver, not a lack Elder. If it’s not your concern, stay out of it.”

He paled. “Yes, Miss. I understand.”

No, he didn’t. But at least he pretended to.

I finished the last sip of tea and checked the clock. 8:00 PM sharp. The summit must’ve already started.

I let another thirty minutes tick by just to be petty. Then I rose, set the cup down gently, and said, “Let’s go.”

He looked like he’d just been pardoned from a death sentence. Practically sprinted to the SUV to open the

door for me.

This time, I didn’t argue. Slipped into the back seat, one leg crossed over the other, and leaned back with my eyes closed.

Nyra stirred faintly inside me.

“You should’ve made him crawl,” she growled.

“No,” I answered silently. “That comes later. After I’ve won.”

Third Person POV

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At the same time, the summit was already halfway through.

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The Ebonclaw delegation sat clustered in the front row the Silverfang Auction Hall-Alpha Alaric, Luna Zara, Kael Vale, and of course, Scarlett.

Alaric’s jaw was locked tight, face stormy with barely leashed fury. “Where the hell is that ungrateful brat? It’s been over thirty minutes!”

Zara twisted her hands in her lap. “Alaric, do you have her number? Just call her.”

“If I had it, don’t you think I would’ve already tried?” he napped. “You don’t have it?”

“I thought you had it,” she hissed, visibly flustered.

Kael groaned and pulled out his phone. “I’ll call the driver.”

The line connected quickly.

“Where are you?” Kael barked. “The summit started half an hour ago.”

The driver’s voice was hesitant. “We just left the estate, Young Alpha…”

“You what?”

Kael’s voice exploded like a whip crack.

“We told you to pick her up before the summit began!”,

“She… refused to leave. I tried-”

“I don’t care what she did,” Kael growled. “She better be Here before the final lot is announced.”

He hung up without waiting for a response.

Across the row, Scarlett was paying attention to something else entirely.

Her gaze had been fixed all night on one man-the Storm ridge heir from Northhaven.

Lucien Duskgrave.

He stood alone, detached from both council and crowd like a phantom who tolerated no presence but his own. There were whispers everywhere, of course.

That he was cursed.

That he couldn’t bond with a mate.

That every Luna chosen for him either ran, died, or lost her mind before the mating bond could fully seal.

They said he was born during a blood eclipse-an omen doom-and marked by a red peony on his chest, one that no healer could erase and no silver could scar.

The blood peony. The mark of the Lonely Alpha.

They said he was destined to live without love. To rule without mercy. That even the Moon Goddess herself turned her face from him.

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Scarlett had believed the stories.

Until now.

Until she saw him in the flesh.

He was… breathtaking.

Angular cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, a jaw carved like it belonged to a god of war. And that suit-gods,

that suit.

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